Scared-self whispers back, “What if we trip and fall? What if we get lost? I hear an unknown growling – best stay where we are.” On sweet days, I remember to seek out nature and its wild gifts: a crimson sky, a musky whiff of nutmeg, a tentative, buttery leaf, curling and reaching into its unknown future. I remould my memories and challenges into my means of transport; a trusty companion carrying me forwards to new horizons, fresh with hope and wonder.